Over the next couple of weeks, Emma started to get better. It was as if David had some kind of magic and as soon as he took in Emma, her body started responding. David kept his word and added Emma onto his insurance. Mary Margret remained Emma's nurse and David could see the joy on both their faces when Mary Margret told Emma that she could take out the IV. Emma looked at David as Mary Margret got the supplies to take out the needle.

"Can I hold your hand?" Emma asked in a timid voice. Emma was still a little nervous about asking David for favors. She was still worried he wouldn't take her home or worse, hurt her. David smiled and climbed into bed with her.

"Here, I'll hold you and you squeeze my arms if it hurts okay?" Emma nodded and wrapped the arm without the IV around David's arm. David took his other arm and rubbed her arm. "It's okay. Hey, can you sing me 'twinkle twinkle little star'? It's been so long since I've heard it and I forget the words. Can you please sing for me?" David faked pleaded. Of course he knew the words but he wanted Emma to feel special. Emma looked up at him with a smile.

"Of course I can. Listen.

Twinkle Twinkle little star,

How I wonder what you are,

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky,

Twinkle twinkle little star,

How I wonder what you are." Emma ended with a huge grin.

"That was great Emma and look your IV is out." Emma looked down at her arm and saw Mary Margret had a swab of gauze pressed against her hand.

"Now you get to pick out a special band-aid because you were such a brave girl." Mary Margret told her. "Pick anyone you want."

"Spiderman?" Mary Margret smiled and pulled a Spiderman band-aid out of her pocket.

"I had a feeling you would pick him." She opened the package and put the band-aid over the gauze. "There, you're all set. We just need to keep you here one more day to make sure you're all better and then you get to go home with David."

"I have your room all set up. I painted the walls blue, got you a Spiderman bedspread, got you a lot of new clothes and filled up the dresser with them, you have a TV in your room as well, I even got you something very special that I'll show you when you get home." Emma looked at him, trying to tell if he is lying. He wasn't.

The next day, Emma was all packed up and ready to leave when Mary Margret walked in.

"Looks like you're ready to go." Emma nodded. "I'm going to miss you Emma. However," She knelt down to Emma's height, "I know that I won't see you because of anymore abuse. David seems very nice and I know he'll take good care of you." Emma hugged Mary Margret.

"I'll miss you Mary." Emma said shyly. David walked in just as the two girls pulled away from the hug.

"Thank you so much for all you've done for Emma."

"Of course, I was just doing my job."

"I think we should thank you in a special way. How about you come over for dinner?" Mary Margret blushed a deep red. Emma seemed to light up at the suggestion.

"Yeah, please, Mary. Please come over. I'll be really good." Emma pleaded as she grabbed Mary Margret's hand. Mary Margret felt her heart breaking at the four year old's plea.

"Okay fine, I'll come over. I'm free Friday night…"

"Perfect, we'll see you tomorrow. Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you the address?" David asked nervously. Smooth Nolan. Mary Margret smiled shyly and wrote down her number on a piece of paper. She walked up to him so Emma wouldn't hear what she was about to say.

"Asking me to come over for dinner to get my number, smooth move." Mary Margret slipped the paper into his hand and walked out the room after saying good bye to Emma. Emma innocently looked up at David.

"Ready to go and see your surprise?" Emma nodded excitedly almost forgetting she had a surprise waiting for her at her new home. David took Emma's hand and walked out of the hospital. After short drive in David's orange pick-up, they arrived at a small one story house. David helped Emma out and they walked into the house. "This is the living room, here is the kitchen where we eat basically every meal, over here is the bathroom, this is my room, and here is your room." He opened a white door with 'Emma' painted on it. Emma gasped when she saw the room. It was exactly as David described it. She spotted something on the bed a squealed. She ran over and grabbed the Spiderman plush toy.

"Is this my surprise?" Emma asked bouncing up and down. David smiled and went over to the closet.

"No, this is." He opened the door and a small puppy ran out and started to run around the room before jumping on Emma trying to kiss her.

"A PUPPY!" She knelt down and started to laugh as the puppy licked her face. David couldn't help but smile and snap a picture. Emma looked so happy and carefree, not so scared and nervous. The puppy eventually calmed down and settled for lying down in between Emma's legs. Emma quietly pet the puppy. Suddenly, Emma's head snapped up and David saw the scared look in her eyes. "I'm sorry I yelled."

"That's okay. You were excited, it's okay to yell if you're excited even if it's inside." David told her and the scared look vanished from her eyes. Emma played with the puppy for a little while until David called her for dinner. She quietly went into the kitchen and sat down. "Would you like water or milk to drink, Emma?"

"Water, please." Emma said shyly. David felt sorry for the little girl who was nervous about asking for something even if she was asked for her choice. David brought over two plates of spaghetti and meatballs and two cups of water. "So Emma, did you think of a name for your puppy?"

"Puddles."

"Puddles, that's a cute name. What made you come with that?"

"Well, puddles after the rain make me happy and the puppy makes me happy." Emma said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. David smiled.

"Of course, how silly of me." Emma smiled as she continued to eat her spaghetti. She got sauce all over her face and some on her shirt and even though David knew he'd be doing wash tonight so the sauce didn't stain, he couldn't be happier. Being a first time foster parent, he was the happiest he had been in a very long time. Dinner was finished and David took a picture of the sauce covered Emma before bringing her into the bathroom to give her a bath. He filled the tub with warm water and bubbles. Emma ran her hands over the top of the bubbles and pushed her hands through them fingers spread. David watch in silence as Emma played in the tub. He gently went over and started to wash her hair. She held her head back and closed her eyes as the water washed over her hair clearing it of all sauce. When David was done washing her hair and body, he let her play for a little while he sat on the toilet and watched her. He took pleasure in knowing he was giving her a happy childhood. He would do everything in his power to make sure Emma never left. "Okay you little wiggle worm, time to get out and get in some warm pajamas." Emma lifted her arms up so David could pick her up. He wrapped her in a hooded towel after placing the hood over her head.

"I look like a ducky." Emma said laughing.

"You're right you do. Let's get you dried off and tucked into bed." David lifted her up and brought her into her room to dress her. He dressed her in a warm long nightgown and tucked her into bed. "Would you like a bed time story?" Emma shook her head and snuggled into the covers. She went to put her thumb in her mouth but stopped and put her hand down. David reached under the bed and pulled out her baby blanket that the hospital had given him. Her eyes widened and she grabbed it from David and held it tight. David smiled and gently kissed Emma on her head. "Good night Emma, sleep tight." He walked towards the door and turned out the light before closing the door leaving it open a bit so the hall light would stream in. He looked back once more before going into his own room and falling asleep.

David jumped upright in his bed hearing something that had woken him up. He didn't hear it at first then he did. A loud scream coming from somewhere in the house.

"Emma!" He jumped from the bed and ran to Emma's room. He swung open the door and found Emma sitting in her bed breathing heavy. "Emma, are you okay?" She looked at him with fearful eyes. "Emma, are you okay? What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" Emma's eyes filled with tears as she nodded. David quickly gathered her in his arms. He felt how she stiffened but then relaxed and held onto him tight. David's heart broke for the little girl in his arms. What had happened in her dream that made her scream like she was being tortured?